This is a story about the grandson of a certain man with the nickname "Strawberry"

It was the 16th day after Asahi Kurosaki's 16th birthday when strange things started to happen around town- at least, to him.

The day began as a seemingly normal day to Asahi Kurosaki as he was headed towards his school, similarly to pretty much everyday, strolling through the same streets, greeting the exact same people, yet there was a churning feeling in his stomach, something about this day had been ticking him off- causing a bothersome anxiety to flow within. He'd arrived at school on time and went to class as usual.

"Hey, Asahi!" Asahi's childhood friend, Hotaru Abarai exclaimed after noticing him.

"Whatcha doin?" She asked. She asked him the same question on pretty much a daily basis, sitting in the exact same seat as usual and all. However, Asahi still felt that same ominous feeling, the one that sent a shiver down his spine- as if he were about to walk into trouble at any given moment.

"Eh, nothing much, just going to sit down," Asahi replied. His eyes then widened, he believed he had just seen a glimpse of something next to Hotaru.

"Hey, Asahi?.. Earth to Asahi!" Asahi was staring into the distance near Hotaru, jaw agape and eyes wide. He definitely thought that he saw something but just couldn't put his finger on it- besides, it wasn't even there anymore! Yet, he couldn't manage to shake the feeling that something was off.

As class began, the teacher announced some news to the students. "Today, I'll be introducing our new assistant teacher, Daku Fujisawa. He'll be working here from now on, so be nice to him!"

Nobody really paid that much attention to him since he wasn't anything special to them. The day continued on as normal, but the strange thing that had appeared next to Hotaru earlier still confused Asahi, and so he'd ponder about it all day- not even paying attention in class. That's when the teacher noticed his lack of attention and would call on him.

"Ahem, MR. KUROSAKI! What are you daydreaming about? Would you like to discuss it with the rest of the class?" The class sniggered, but the lesson continued on until school concluded for the day, and Asahi walked back home. He ate dinner and headed up to his room. He felt oddly tired that day and passed out on his bed.

"Asahi...." A spooky voice resounded.

"Asahi!" Asahi suddenly opened his eyes, yet despite that he wasn't in his room...or even in his town. Asahi looked all over the place yet all he could see was darkness surrounding him from every direction. He felt as if he walked for days in this darkness. Until suddenly there was a burst of blinding light that shook his body down to his soul. When he regained his sight a scythe was in front of him. The scythe was a glossy black with golden vein-like lines running throughout the blade. Asahi stared at the blade, feeling a sense of familiarity from it. He tried to reach out his long, slender arm towards it but it retreated. He stared at himself in the blade. His short silver hair contrasted well against the shining black scythe. He desperately wanted to take the scythe into his hands, but it was escaping him. It faded into the distance and Asahi closed his eyes to find that he was awake in the real world again.

All he could think was, "what was that? Why did it feel so familiar? I've never seen a real weapon, let alone touched one." These thoughts haunted him throughout the day. It being a sunday, he met up with Hotaru.

"Hey, uhhhh, Hotaru?" Asahi asked curiously.

"Yeah, what's up Asahi?"

"Can I tell you about a strange dream I had?"

"Ok...but why do you remember it? People forget dreams very easily." She looked confused.

"That's what's confusing. It just felt...so...real." Hotaru was wearing an odd expression as he said this.

"I saw this scythe...it wasn't normal, it felt so familiar. Like it had been with me my entire life right by my side. It was black with odd bright streaks that ran along the blade. When I tried to grab it, it escaped my grasp. No matter how long or how fast I tried to grab it, the scythe just escaped," Hotaru had this odd expression on her face. It had a bit of fear, shock, and joy. It was truly confusing to Asahi, but he would soon understand why she wore it.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Silver! I don't know how much I will update on here, but hopefully you stick around.

As Asahi walked back home, he was still thinking about the expression Hotaru made just a couple minutes before he left. He tried to forget about it, but he couldn't, that look on her face was as confusing to him as quantum mechanics. As he thought about this Asahi suddenly felt an odd feeling. It was as if something was in front of him, something huge, something...terrifying. He couldn't see anything though. He saw some sort of haze in front of him, and heard a distant voice.

"Who's there!" he blurted out terrified. There was no reply. Suddenly, Asahi was lifted off the ground by the neck. He was choking and couldn't yell for help. It was only then that the figure suddenly became clearer and clearer. It was some sort of monster. It had a hole through its chest and it was black in color. The monster was almost 10 feet tall and it's face had a strange mask equipped. There was no one in the vicinity to help him. He felt the grip around his neck tighten as his back was punched by some unknown thing. The monster's grip around Asahi's neck loosened. As Asahi fell to the ground he felt a strange change. He felt as if he could outrun a cheetah at max speed with ease. He felt as if he could wrestle a gorilla and come out on top. He felt...powerful. Asahi only then realized that he wasn't wearing his clothes anymore, but rather a strange black robe with a sword strapped around his back. He looked around and noticed that his body was on the floor.

"H-how is that possible? I'm right here! How is my body down there?" Asahi was confused, but the monster didn't hesitate any longer. It charged at Asahi. Scared, he ran away from the charging monster, but a sudden burst of courage came from Asahi. He stopped. With the monster still charging at him, Asahi drew his sword. It was 6 feet in length from the bottom of the hilt to the tip of the blade. It was about 6 inches in width. The massive blade was larger than Asahi himself! It's tsuba (sword guard) was a strange half-moon half-sun. He paid no attention to it and swung the colossal sword with ease. The sword hit the monster's hand and sliced through it as if it was a high-quality chef's knife cutting through butter. The inside of the monster was just black. No blood spilled out, nothing but darkness could be seen. The chopped off hand was absorbed by the sword that Asahi held. He felt power flow through his veins. At that very moment Asahi charged at the monster, sword in hand, and swung at the face of the creature. He knew one thing about fighting and one thing only. When you cut off the head, your opponent will then cease to live. Asahi flexed his muscles and swung with all his might. He cleaved the head of the monster clean off and his sword absorbed the rest of the creature. Asahi felt more power flow throughout his body and he rushed to his body that was still laying on the floor. He attempted to get into his body, by touching, poking, and prodding it, but to no avail. He then tried to do that thing that people do in television shows and lay on top of his body. He then succeeded.

At this moment all he could ask himself is, "What in the world just happened?"

Thank you for reading this chapter of Silver! I hope you have a great day!